(A/N) WOOOOOO first fan-fiction! I am kind of sort of very new to this site but I hope anyone reading enjoys this story. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Don't worry I can take a hit *gets into defensive stance* enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PJO or HoO series

Prologue

It all started with the howling. I was used to hearing the wolves since I lived in the middle of a forest but never before have I heard them so close. I stood up from my bed and peered through my bedroom window down at the forest below me. The wolves were running circles around my house so close that I could hear their paws crunching across the forest floor. One wolf in particular caught my attention. This wolf was larger than the rest with copper fur and silver eyes. It sat perched on a rock staring at me through the bedroom window.

I whirled around as I suddenly heard my bedroom door being thrown open. In the doorway my mother stood with a sad look on her face. For a moment we both stood staring at each other while a silence stretched between us. She walked over to me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"It's time" she whispered into my ear.

"Time for what?" I asked although I was afraid of the answer. The wolves unnerved me but my mother was acting as if it was perfectly normal for wolves to be running around outside our house. I took another glance through the window and saw the same wolf in the same place still looking up at me. Something about this wolf was different, I could sense its power even from here. My mother let go of me and silently led me into the kitchen.

I sat down at the kitchen table while my mother went to the fridge to pour a couple glasses of milk. A part of me wanted to yell at her and ask her what it was time for but I knew she would tell me in her own time. I hated not knowing, curiosity always got the better of me. It was painful watching my mother slowly put the milk back into the fridge before turning towards me. She sat in the chair across from me and placed a glass of milk on the table in front of me.

"It's time" she said again as she stared absentmindedly out the window. The curiosity was growing inside me as I waited for my mom to spill whatever she was keeping to herself. My mother has always called me a modern day Pandora, she always said I was to curious for my own good. She let out a huge sigh before turning to face me.

"Kairi you remember those stories I used to tell you?" I nodded my head. My mom was a huge nut for ancient stories and myths, Roman, Greek, Norse she didn't really care which. Every night before I went to bed she would tell me a story about one of the many myths out there. It became something I was interested in as well; it was cool to see how creative the people of ancient Greece or Rome were when they came up with these myths. My mom brought me out of my thoughts when she continued talking.

"I know this might sound ridiculous and I can't speak for all the myths out there" she said. "but I know for a fact that Roman Mythology is more than just that."

"More than just what?" I asked

"More than just a Myth" I stared at her open mouthed trying to decide if she was trying to pull a fast one on me. However, as I looked at her I knew she was being serious. I looked through the kitchen window and saw that the big copper wolf was still sitting outside. It was then that I suddenly remembered an old roman myth.

"Lupa" I said "She trained Roman demigods to be warriors" my mother nodded sadly.

"I have kept a lot from you Kairi, I did it to protect you" she said. "Now that the wolves are here I know it's time for you to start your journey, it's time for you to leave home. Your father didn't die like I told you he did. I met him one summer and I fell in love. He told me before he left that he was a Roman God, although he never did say which one, he told me that when you grew up the wolves would come to take you, to train you."

I stared at the untouched glass of milk while I processed what she said. Me a demigod. It would explain a lot of crazy things that had happened in my life, but still the idea of being raised by wolves didn't seem very appealing. I also didn't like the idea of being a demigod, fate never seemed to be on their side in the old stories.

"What if I didn't want to go? What if I didn't want to be a hero and wanted to stay here with you?" I asked.

"You can't change fate. I know this may not be the life you had wanted but what's done is done. You have to train, it's not safe for you out here." She said

"I don't want to be raised by wolves" mom chuckled slightly at this.

"You won't be raised by them; you were raised by me. And they would only train you until you were ready to join the legion" My mom said this as if it should be obvious. Of course wolves only trained you so you could join a long lost ancient civilization. Last I checked handing a twelve year old over to wolves usually meant that said twelve year old was going to die in a vicious wolf attack. I know cheery right? My mother leaned across the table and placed some papers in front of me.

"These are reference letters. They aren't great but they should get you someplace decent" she said. "Show them to the praetor when you get there." Outside the wolves howled impatiently. "It's time"

I placed the papers in my pocket and walked over to give my mother a hug goodbye. "I love you" I said.

"I love you too. Be strong don't show weakness and someday you will be a great hero. Good luck" she squeezed me tighter before letting go. I wanted to point out that there was no way I could become a great hero. If my life were a movie I would be the nameless kid in the background who watched everyone else get the glory. I was to clumsy and always ended up getting myself in trouble, not to mention the whole only being twelve thing. However, I knew I couldn't say this to her. I could tell she was trying to be strong for my sake and I didn't want to protest. I didn't really have a choice but to go to the wolves.

I slowly walked towards the front door trying not to focus on the fact that I was handing myself over to a bunch of wild animals. I guess there was some sort of bravery deep down inside me, or maybe it was just stupidity. Most people probably wouldn't be doing what I am about to do. I paused with my hand on the door knob. I knew I would never see this house again or my mother. I knew I couldn't look back if I had any hope of walking out. Slowly I took in a deep breath before opening the front door and walking out to greet the wolves.

I don't know why I did it. Why I just instantly believed what my mother said or why I left the house that night. Maybe I was in shock? Or maybe deep down I knew it was true. What would have happened if I kicked up a fuss? What if I had put my foot down and thrown a tantrum? I doubt that would have changed anything just as much as I doubted it could make my life any easier. Either way after that night my life suddenly got interesting. That night was the start of it all and it all started with the howling.

(A/N) Well there it is, the prologue. I hope you all enjoyed it and again, constructive criticism is always welcomed.